Putting myself on notice again, re my general health.
Weight: 100 kg
Blood Pressure: 150/100
I’d like to still be around to see Polly become the first astronaut to win a Nobel Prize.
- She tries to grab toys and try to stuff them in her mouth, although she’s not very good at it yet. She can grab her feet, but she’s far too chubby to get them anywhere near her mouth.
- She can sleep for longer and go longer between feeds (but doesn’t seem to like sticking to a routine) and she needs changing less frequently (blessed relief)
- She’s been sucking her thumb for a while now, which means she can sometimes self-soothe and go back to sleep.
- Just recently she’s taken to slobbering all over anything she can get near her face, so her hands are covered in spit.
- She likes the TV (doesn’t really matter what’s on), although we don’t let her watch it too much as she goes all glazed and non-blinky.
- She’s shy around groups of strange people, but very chatty when just with her mum or dad. Her vocabulary is still mostly goos and gahs though.
- She likes being able to see us whenever she’s awake.
- I actually felt angry at her tonight, as I was trying to cook dinner and every time I stopped paying attention to her she would instantly start howling. Fortunately she is a cute baby and smells great so I quickly forgave her.
Polly now often sleeps for 4 hours or more when we put her to bed, which is nice. She still tends to be restless from 3AM onwards, but at least we get a bit of quality quiet time now. When awake she engages in lots of eye contact, chuckling, and vague burbling ‘conversations’, all of which are hugely adorable.
She’s about 6.5 kg now, and has now outgrown her 000-size clothing (baby clothing sizes here from newborn are 0000, 000, 00, 0).
Polly is 6 weeks old today, and doing fine. She is over 6kg now, and certainly seems significantly bigger, able to touch both sides of the her cot with arms spread out (and we had initially been looking at this cot and thinking it was unnecessarily large). She mumbles and grunts constantly (especially in her sleep) and is starting to smile quite a bit, and even have a giggle now and then. And man she can fart like nobody’s business.
Lately all our baby change crap has accumulated on (what was until recently) the dining table, and this ain’t great long term because a) it would be nice to have a table to eat at again, b) we don’t want to sacrifice more space than is necessary for infant maintenance, and c) it’s far from the bedroom and will be hard to keep warm in the wee hours as winter rolls around.
So I’m making this changing table, to be placed in our small second bathroom, which will become the baby change room. It’s made from scraps of pine from old bed bases and MDF from a built-in wardrobe I tore out of our second bedroom in order to create enough space to turn around.
When you’re a computer programmer, it can be very satisfying to actually work on something real, made out of an actual tangible material and capable of continuing to exist even if the power goes out. I really enjoy trying to work out how to make stuff (and learning from my mistakes). Even better to finally recycle some of that crap I have a tendency to collect thinking “I might find a use for that one day!”
Update: We’ve been using it for the last week, and it’s working out pretty well. Also it’s great to have access to the dining table again!
I made one of these last week, and enjoyed it so much I made another one today.
Something of a staple in New Zealand coffee shops, Bacon and Egg Pie is a dish that is so obviously great (it’s bacon and eggs in a pie for chrissakes!) it’s a wonder it isn’t eaten everywhere. In Australia the quiche has always been a big thing, but you have to do so much just to make it not seem like the most boring thing at the picnic. Somehow we forgot about bacon!
This one pictured was made with mushrooms and onions as well, and if anything was too complicated. I recall buying slices in Auckland with nothing but egg and bacon evident inside (and often about 3 inches thick) and being perfectly satisfied.
Serve with tomato relish/chutney. Try it, you won’t regret it.
I made some time over the weekend to start on a job I’ve been planning for yonks; to turn a heavy old wardrobe into a coffee table. The one we’ve been using was a horrible particleboard piece of crap.
This is my first pass, and it took me many hours (largely to work out how to correctly use a circular saw). Next step is to add another shelf (can never have enough storage for envelopes and tissue boxes) and improve the overall finish.
And in other DIY news, a quick and low cost fix to my shiny white desk was to add this PVC contact sheet to give an optical mouse something to track on, as I needed to set up an extra workspace with a Windows machine. Someone should invent a breathable version of this material, as I spent much much longer getting the [largest] air bubbles out of it than I did applying it in the first place.
Note that pictured here is an exceedingly rare example of a Late 2009 model iMac running in Target Display Mode, connected to the Windows laptop on the right via a DisplayPort->MiniDisplayPort cable. Even though I knew it *should* work, I was still genuinely (and pleasantly) surprised that it did. To toggle the display between the two systems I just have to press Cmd-F2 on the iMac keyboard. (The reason I am using a separate Windows machine is that my work requires it for security purposes)
Soooooooo tired. But in a good way. Not so good that I wouldn’t prefer not to be tired though. How humans made it this far with such utterly dependent and helpless offspring I can hardly fathom. But oh she is adorable, and we love her to bits!
Polly was 2 weeks old today, and celebrated by puking a couple of times and then having what I think might be her longest nap yet.
She slept in my arms right through Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and then some. If sitting down and watching TV is what keeps her asleep, then I can live with that.
Another milestone today, I cooked runny poached eggs for the first time since moving in to our new house (since Emma has been pregnant pretty much the whole time, runny eggs have been off the menu).
Also, Drivey turned 10. As in years. Woulda been nice to have some great update about it, but, time passes, life happens.
It took us a few days to decide on her name, largely because we’ve been trying to get a sense of her personality. It turns out she has the personality of a 5 day old baby, and we like the idea of boundless optimism.
Name: Polly Anna Shumack
Born: 6:55AM, Sunday 9th March, 2014
Birthweight: 4.15 kg (9.16 lb)
She is doing well, and pooing very well, like she is basically a poo-making machine. When not pooing, eating or crying (+ occasional spews) she sleeps adorably or stares at vertical shapes.
She has my hair color, Emma’s chin and ears, and dark dark blue eyes which I think is just a baby thing. She has super strong arms that she is already using to haul herself around and is very good at squirming free of a wrap (she is not fond of the current swaddling trend). Her hearing seems fine, and if she’s lucky the myopia and hyperopia of her parents will cancel each other out and leave her with 20/20 vision.
She’s lost about 130 grams since birth, which is actually a lot less than expected (more like 400 grams expected), and this is likely because she is feeding well (generous poos corroborate this theory).
Bubs is home, and no longer ‘chubs’, since she’s lost some of the original swelling/puffiness that made her look a bit too much like grumpy Churchill. The following photos are taken a day apart and you can see her cute-ification in progress.
We are all pretty low on sleep right now but it feels a bit less strange every day.
She seems to be less shriek-y today, which is nice.
AKA Chubs MacGee, Bubs, Moly Baby
She is pretty hefty, at 4.15 kg (9.16 lb)
… and counting.
Trying to decide the best way to spend one’s last child-free weekends is tough. There is so much to do around the house that I still haven’t got to, so many half-baked plans. Instead I just slept most of this weekend away; I find myself preternaturally tired– perhaps sleep-banking…?